In the summer of 1988 my sister started dating some new guy. Like any younger brother I hated her boyfriend for merely existing, but that quickly changed when I saw what he was driving. I remember the first day I heard the exhaust note from his brown 280zx revving around the corner and barreling into our cul-de-sac. »2/22/13 3:21pm 2/22/13 3:21pm